Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.